My Stepbrothers Baby

the accident

Elena//

*3 Months later*

I am now round about 4 months into my pregnancy, everything is good, I haven't told my friends or anything, we cannot deal with the publicity at the moment so everything is kept pretty quiet. Last night was one of the best nights of my life, after months of Ashton wanting to make love, I have come to my senses and gave into my weakness. I was angry which improved it a lot more, the kisses that he placed on my ear down to my neck, taking into my breasts as he was fingers deep inside of me. I'm lucky to have such a daring brother, we have done unspeakable crimes, things that are considered a sin in variable communities. I turned on the small tv on top of the oak furniture and started watching Pretty Little Liars that ive pretty much seen like every month since it came out. I really like the fact that she has this fantasy, the whole student teacher relationship, god I always used to dream of those, until I found something much better. My own world. My fantasy.

"Good morning buttercup" He mumbled in his sexy morning voice. I got up and ready. This was so much better because we could make pancakes together, its like we are meant to be. Our baby is gonna be the luckiest and spoilt baby on the planet. Ashton came down the steps, in his usual calvin Klein's and nothing else, although yesterday he did seem to wear a silk blue dressing gown. Very sexy I tell you. We made breakfast, ate it, and he went off to work in his mustang. Tomorrow morning we are going ring shopping, so he has been working a tad amount more, so I can choose the ring I want for him and he can choose the one he wants for me. This is gonna be perfect.

*the next morning*

It's now the next day and Ashton is still asleep. His hair is shining in the sunlight, and his v-line is clearly visible because of the shadows chasing the shape of his bones I'm lucky. He's perfect.

*2 MONTHS LATER*

It's 3 am and I am in agony. Blood soaked the sheets around me. Oh god. I'm losing the baby.

"ASHTON WAKE, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, I'M BLEEDING, CALL AN AMBULANCE." My heart was falling into pieces. No no no. Not now. I'm 6 months into my pregnancy looking like a beached whale. The pain is intense and terrifying. I'm not concerned for my health. I'm concerned for the baby's. Ashton's hands were ferociously shaking as he dialed the 101 number

"For f**k sake, pick up, pick up, pick up you stupid pile of wank" his voice was higher than normal. Panicked he mumbled something after but I couldn't make out what he said. He rushed downstairs, put on shows and a jacket and grabbed his keys. He placed slippers on me and placed his ripcurl puffer coat on me. He used to wear it all the time during year 11.

"Come on lets go"

Ashton quickly locked the door, got me strapped in, and strapped himself in, and then took off. He was driving 110 miles per hour on a 80 on the motorway. We arrived to the hospital in half an hour when it normally takes an hour and a half.

"Hello, I'm Ashton Leery, this is Elena. She's having my child and shes bleeding and in a lot of pain, and she is only 6 months in."

The lady at the stand looked me up and down and told me to fill out a form, to which he did. within 10 minutes I was on a wheelchair rushed on a bed, going in for an emergency c-section. I could feel nothing, I felt lost. I know I lost my baby and nothin could ever replace the hurt. Now I'm bound to loose ash aswel. I let one hot sweaty tear roll down my cheek, as I knew the end of my happy ending had already come, as my heavy eyes closed.

A few hours later I was sat in a hospital bed with a drip and oxygen in my nose, next to me was Ashton waiting for me to wake up.

He sprung to my side as soon as looked towards him.

"Baby, you're up." His voice was cheerful. Why wasn't he grieving like I was.

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Ashton//

It's 3am and the moonlight is reflecting into the window as elena was screaming at me. Oh God it's too early for this s**t. Blood was everywhere, in between her legs, and across the sheets as it soaked deeply into the mattress. Its understandable but what does this mean. She asked me to call an ambulance so I did exactly that. In terrified for her. I never want to loose her. She is most indefinitely the love of my life. I tried ringing the hospital 3 times but nothing ever seemed to of went through. I dressed her, and took her into my car. We are doing this mustang style baby. I was speeding on the way there, but it was an emergency so we can use that as an excuse when me police man knocks on the window.

When we got to the hospital I introduced ourselves, and got us in a and e. She looks hurt, worried and she seems sad. I think she feels that she let me down. She could never let me down if I had to be honest with you. Within 10 minutes she was told to come in for an emergency c-section. Her body was perfect but a scar would look sexy as f**k on her. I held her hand through the whole thing, she was on that much gas and air it was terrifying. I felt so disgusted because I was never really there anyways. 2 hours and 45 minutes this took. By this stage Elena was knocked out and asleep. I was a father, to a son, a beautiful son.

2 hours later elena woke up, she was beautiful but looked upset. She opened her eyes and turned and faced me. She had a drop in her arm and oxygen by a tube going up her nose. she look exhausted. I came towards her when she woke up.

"Hey baby, you're up" I said cheerfully. She looked up at me and her eyes started to tear up.

"The baby, I lost it, how can you be this happy?" She cried, until the salty tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the hospital gown. "Come with me a second" I told her as She took the oxygen out of her nose. She stood up with the drip machine and then took my hand for support, she was in pain but I know that this would make her pain feel a thousand times better. At the end of the ward there was a nursery on the side of the hallway, in the window there lay 5 rows of 10 cots. Her eyes dropped, she couldn't see our son.

"Second row, third baby in there, on the name tag read 'leery'. That's our baby, that's our son."

She lunged herself out me, as a tear fell onto the ground. Our baby was beautiful.